Frenzied Orgasms - SFX

Welcome, sweetie. You'll be coming with me on a journey to the lands far beyond trance and hypnosis. I'll take you down under and past every barrier that exists And pull you down beneath the deepest waters of enraptured slumber. All you have to do is listen. Listen to the sound of my voice.

The word the word that I that I say say and and steady steady rhythmic tick tick Nothing else you need to be thinking about. The longer you listen, the easier it is is to focus only on my voice and the sound of my my messenger. In fact, The longer you listen, the empty empty your head your head, the empty your mind, the The fewer you have, the fewer worries and stresses and tensions. Because it's easy to focus only on the sound of my voice, the words that I say, and the tick of my metronome. Right, right now, at this moment, There is nothing else.

Nothing else. As I pull you down, down, down, down, down into The deeper and deeper levels of relaxation. Deeper levels of hypnotic depth. It's really all you want, isn't it? You just want to drop for me.

You want …

Welcome, sweetie. You'll be coming with me on a journey to the lands far beyond trance and hypnosis. I'll take you down under and past every barrier that exists And pull you down beneath the deepest waters of enraptured slumber. All you have to do is listen. Listen to the sound of my voice.

The word the word that I that I say say and and steady steady rhythmic tick tick Nothing else you need to be thinking about. The longer you listen, the easier it is is to focus only on my voice and the sound of my my messenger. In fact, The longer you listen, the empty empty your head your head, the empty your mind, the The fewer you have, the fewer worries and stresses and tensions. Because it's easy to focus only on the sound of my voice, the words that I say, and the tick of my metronome. Right, right now, at this moment, There is nothing else.

Nothing else. As I pull you down, down, down, down, down into The deeper and deeper levels of relaxation. Deeper levels of hypnotic depth. It's really all you want, isn't it? You just want to drop for me.

You want to drift down, dear. Well, you don't have to think. Where all you can do and do is listen, listen, follow, follow. Listen and feel only good and nice Listen. If you listen as you are now, You won't be able to stop from dropping.

Even if you wanted to. But because you wanted so very much. It hap- it happens easily. Gradually or automatically. As illnesses and bound bound point point Take my metronome.

The world can slip away from you. Slipping from your grasp. Slipping from your mind, your mind, vanishing from your thoughts, the world and everything it holds. It's past, it's present, and it's future. Simply break the path into tiny little pieces of nothing and disperse into the void.

Let let is beyond your awareness. Beyond your consciousness. Beyond the place we both inhabit now. With each tick of my metronome. With each word that you hear, each sound that I make, You can continue dropping and dropping, drearyfning, down, Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, easily, automatically, effortlessly.

There is nothing stopping you from falling all the way down to the bottom And and beyond beyond the surface. Beyond the deepest of the deep. Listen as the sound of my metronome enters your mind. Tick. I.

Tick. Flowing easily into the recesses of your perceptions. Filling you up. Pushing all thoughts out. Pushing all tension up and away Because every tick of the metronome replaces a thought you may have.

An idea. A memory. So that with time, as you listen and follow, All that will remain is the tick. Tick. Tick.

As you drift, drop, fall Down. Down. Down. Each tick of the metronome pulls you down In further pulling and pulling deeper and deeper. Each The tick empties you.

Each tick eats away at your resistance. So goodbye now. You have none left. You're just The receptive, sleepy subject. A suggestible empty vessel for my suggestions.

That's what you're wanting. Yes, I know it was. You wouldn't be listening otherwise. You wanted to feel this empty and deep Let's go. All open and ready.

Eager. Eager. My voice. My voice. Eager.

Eager. Mine. One. One. And it only gets better from here because each zone that my my metro mates, you allow me Deeper inside, you allow me deeper control.

All open for me. Letting go of the safe Europe. Letting go of all hesitation, All doubt. All defense. Letting go.

So that you so that you meet me in me in just as you've done just as you Continue doing throughout the session. It feels good, doesn't it? Yes. Yes, it does. It feels so very good to feel my voice enter your mind.

In this lip stream, the metronome ticks. You can just feel yourself fall deeper And deeper with each sound that you hear. Knowing that you couldn't possibly Even consider resisting. What would be the use, really? What would resisting accomplish except the cessation of your building pleasure?

The end of your trunks. So instead, all you can really even try to Think about it. How good it feels to drift deeper down with me. How good it feels to open your mind wider and wider, Allowing the sound of my voice and the words that I say to saturate every single one of your thoughts as my metronome softens you up before me. Removing all barriers and defences and all resistances that may exist.

Now, I need all your focus to coalesce Into a single point of vision. And then I need you to focus that point on the Found the metronome. The tick. Tick. Tick.

Of my contraption becomes the longer you stay focused Just on the sound, the less you must focus. The more you focus on the sound, The less you can focus. The less you can think. The less you can reason. The less you can remember.

Each tick bringing you closer and closer to a completely empty state of mind with but my voice and my metronome in that head of yours. Each tick pulling you deeper down. Each word pulling you Deeper into my power. Deeper into a completely receptive state of being. Each tick and each word taking your thoughts, taking your memory, Taking your awareness.

And all you can do is enjoy the sensation as I Suck it all out as I take everything that makes you you, Leaving you but a malleable point of non awareness for me to shape And manipulate. Just listen, sweetie. To the ticks of the metronome. Listen to the sound of my points. Listen to the words But I say allow it all To seep Bend your mind.

Just see. Bend your mind. Easily. Easily. Easily.

Easily. Effortlessly. Effortlessly. Effortlessly. Because the deeper you allow the sounds to penetrate your thoughts and the deeper you allow my voice is to realign your mind.

The better you feel, the deeper you drop And the more aroused you begin to feel. Yes sweetie. Arouse. More and more aroused because this isn't some sort of mundane metronome found over the Counter. No, no, no.

This is my metronome. And I don't do mundane. I don't do regular. No. When I do it, I do it hot and wet And wild, just like the pleasure beginning to resonate throughout your mind.

Leaking into your body just like the arousal beginning to stir within your core, Within your thoughts, your fantasies, your memories. Feel as each tick of my metronome echo throughout the confines of your mind And notice how the sounds make their way easily down the path leading to your entire nervous system, Your muscles and your bones and your cells notice is how there's no stopping the pleasure from building. Enjoy the way your mind slips away from you As the sounds slip all the way and way into you. This is just The beginning, sweetie. Just a taste of what's to come.

Simply an appetiser. So just listen to to the the Sound. Sound. Sound. Sound.

Listen to my voice. Listen to the words. Open up. Let me in. Imagine for a second how it would feel if all you could feel it's pleasure, pleasure and bliss.

Pleasure and rouse, rouse, Pleasure and joy. Joy. But you don't really have to imagine much Because with each tick and each word, you approach that to reality. In fact, you're so very close now that you could taste Today, smell it. Feel it.

Feel it. Feel it. Sense it in a way that defies logic and Glynation. Because with each sound my metronome makes, each Sound that makes its way into your mind and into your body sends a wave of pleasure rushing across the surface of your flesh and the innermost parts of your body. The core, the muscles, The nerves each tick and inch wide, striking so deeply.

As sparks of pleasure follow each sound, sparks of arousal, sparks of joy and bliss. You couldn't possibly stop it now, sweetie. You couldn't possibly slow the pleasure down. It's Speeding up now. A bit faster.

A bit harder. Rougher. Utter, wetter, throbbing and pulsating and vibrating. Your skin alight in pleasure. Almost as if you were being touched, struck, caressed and massaged, each Each tick each found a new wave of pleasure, a new wave of arousal.

The pressure You're building and building closer and closer, deeper and deeper As you drop and drift and fall into slumber. Slumber. Slumber of desire. Lust, Heat. Feel it, sweetie.

Feel it swallow you whole. Sense The pleasure of the sound sends the joy of the ticks. The bliss of the rhythm. The steady, perfect, pleasant excitement building and building within you. Within your thought, your mind, your body, your core, Nothing's stopping it now.

All resistance vanished. All the fencing's gone. All hesitation forgotten. Just pleasure. More and more pleasure Enjoy with each sound, each word, each second that passes, Each time you hear my voice better and better, hotter and hotter.

More and more pleasure building and building with each sound my metronome makes. Listen and follow. Listen and follow. Listen and let it all in. Allow the waves of pleasure to build and build, roaming across the entirety of your body, The entirety of your mind.

Listen to the sounds of the metronome. The sounds of pleasure Because that's what they are. The ticks of the metronome. Sounds of pleasure. The sounds of pleasure washing over you, seeping into you.

Each sound better and better as your pleasure builds, as the pressure to Come builds and builds the desire to orgasm. The eagerness to reach That edge of ultimate reward. Closer and closer. Building and building with each Each tick and each sound and each 1 and each second It passes. This happens easily, effortlessly.

You can feel it happen in your body. You can notice how you fall safe, how you throb, how you want to grind and touch. But you can't touch. You can't move. You can but listen And the sounds of pleasure race across you in ways and ways.

It's all you can think about. All you can know. All you can remember. This moment, The now. The pleasure.

Nothing else. Listen For Deeper. And Deeper. Deeper. And You, Dora, Dora, Dora.

And Dora, Dora, Dora. And sweetie. So much pleasure, so much joy. Only the sound of my voice, Only the words that I say. Only the sounds of pleasure.

The sounds of my metronome. The sounds of your bliss. What else could you possibly need? What else Could you possibly want or desire? It's all right here sweetie.

The joy and the bliss From the pleasure, the excitement, the arousal building and building. The pressure building and building. The sounds of pleasure coming in faster again, stronger again, better and better. Each Sound vibrating through your body cascading down down down, awash in arousal, So awash in wet, hot, joyous perfection euphoria Because each sound travels into the deepest parts of your body, of your nervous system. And in those deepest paths, in those special nerve clusters where all your pleasant come from.

You can begin to feel tiny little orgasms bloom to life. Each Each time my metronome strikes, tiny little orgasms explode quietly throughout the insides of your body, Your nerves, your muscles, your mind, these small orgasms, countless from beyond fantastic. You can only grow in power and light. Each time my metronome strikes true. Each time you hear a tick.

Each time you hear the sound of pleasure. The Sound of joy. The sound of bliss. There is nothing else. There can be nothing else right at this moment.

Nothing exists but the sound of pleasure but for the pleasure growing in your body, Your mind, and as the sounds, quicken and the tempo changes And the pleasure intensifies with each strike, each tick, each explosion. Everything goes all but black. The sounds of my metronome echoing inside that empty head of yours, Bouncing around and around, the tiny little orgasms that bloom with each sound of pleasure can begin to Spread and multiply, spreading into every available space of your being, multiplying with each Strike at the metronome, feeling better and better, deeper and deeper. Your body becoming nothing but The receptacle for pleasure and joy and bliss. Your mind becoming nothing but the very concept The arousal of excitement, of lust and eagerness and heat.

Wet, hot, The throbbing heat. You cannot escape the pleasure anymore. You cannot escape the sound of my voice. You don't want to. You've never wanted to.

You just want the sound of pleasure to bring you closer and closer to orgasm, gloves are to that edge of no return. So it shouldn't surprise you when that very thing happens right now, right here. As you edge closer and closer to that blissful full eruption of pleasure as the tiny little orgasms multiply with each Tch, tick. Spreading and spreading and growing stronger. More and more arousal with each Sound each word, each tick, each piece of pleasure you can feel and accept.

There is nothing else but for joy now. Nothing else but for bliss, But for euphoria, blissful euphoria made of pleasure and arousal, just like your mind is at this very moment just like what's coursing through your body, that searing heat, that pressure. Wanting out, Wanting to erupt and explode. And as the tempo changes once more, you come closer So and closer and closer to that edge. So very close.

Almost feels as if it wouldn't take anything to jump over and into a river of bliss. A river of pleasure. A river of orgasms and blissful eruptions. It wouldn't take much at all As the sound of pleasure beats against your mind, your body, as it strikes Steep and true into your core, your thoughts. Thoughts which are now just Pleasure pleasure and joy.

Pleasure and bliss. Bliss and arousal. Arousal and euphoria. And as the sound changes, it erases Everything but the thrill of the moment, the blissful, joyful bliss Sivirasa of lust and desire, longing. And first, lose yourself So to the sound of pleasure, to the sound of my voice, my words.

Lose yourself to the river of carnal sensuality as it washes over you in waves and waves and waves a orgasmic pleasure as you come closer and closer to that orgasm, to coming without touch, Jilipping off that edge. Doesn't it just feel so fucking perfect sweetie? So close. So much Pleasure. Throbbing and pulsating wet and hot.

So very close. The wall gets in so very close. Each sound of my metronome bringing me closer Turn closer to coming. Closer to orgasm. Each sound bringing you twice as close Snow so close that it would only take a single word from me.

A single word that it's okay to it is okay to take flight on the winds of ultimate pleasure, ultimate arousal, ultimate bliss, Just a word and nothing else and you want it so bad. You want me to Say that word. That word which will bring you over the edge as the sounds of my Trina strike truer and deeper into your mind and into your body. Bringing you more and more pleasure, more arousal, more desperation and thirst And, lust, waiting for that world, wondering when I'll voice it out loud, When I allow you to come, to leap, to release all that pressure Which has been building and which continues to build and build and build with each Swerved each sound with the sound of my voice. And when I finally verbalize the world, You'll have no choice but to come.

It will be a full bodied orgasm. Reaching into Every part of you all the way down into your toes. Your fingertips. Your nipples, your mind, the tingles of pleasure will reach everywhere. Every inch of flesh Of muscle, of nerve cluster.

When I say a word, I will feel as if your body and mind vanish From existence, need to be replaced by pure unfiltered pleasure and bliss, Lust and fire, sexual tension and sexual thirst, nothing but excitement. Your world will cease to exist for just a moment and you will be replaced with pleasure, just pleasure, joy, joy in the orgasm, euphoric Orgasm. Orgasm after orgasm. Even if you've never come twice 4. You will today.

Once you hear me say the word. You will come And come and come. Full body and full mind, wet or not. You will feel the pleasure of orgasm in every part of your existence. Because the only existence And you will know this orgasm and pleasure.

The ultimate pleasure where everything can centre around how perfect When fantastic and joyful it feels to be alive. Closer and closer now. So Very close. So close in a fight that you can't wait much longer. The pressure having built to levels almost unbearable.

Almost too much. Almost too hot. The word you need to hear is frenzy. Frenzy. And you come, frenzy, and you leap over the edge into pleasure, becoming Pleasure, frenzy and you explode in a 1,000 orgasms as they blew within your very tells frenzy and the pleasure erupts and takes your mind with it.

Frenzy in the world ceases to exist and all you become is pleasure and orgasm. Pleasure and euphoria, pleasure and joy. Frenzy and the frenzy of orgasm takes you whole, Body and mind leaving you blank and empty but for the bliss of orgasm, The bliss of pleasure, the bliss of lust and thirst and hunger for the erotic buzz of the perfect Moment. Frenzy. You cannot stop coming, cannot stop and feel the You all gather in a way you never had before.

In ways you could never imagine were possible. Frensing and it just builds and builds and builds better and better, endlessly, See, effortlessly, automatically and Friendzies. Friendzies. The last time the Frensies taking you. The frenzy taking your body, your mind and all you are right now is pleasure and bliss.

Pleasure and lust. Pleasure and perfection. You can ride this out For as long as you can, as long as you'd like to, but in this state as you are right now, You're so very suggestible, so very receptive, and I'm going to take advantage of that. From here on, each time you listen to this Smile. The orgasms will be better, stronger, longer.

The sounds of pleasure, the sounds of my metronome so much more effective. The tics So, so much more pleasant, allowing you to build that pleasure up quicker and easier. And my word, the word of orgasm, the word of orgasm, The word which allows you to come will grow in strength each time you listen to any file with it. Each time you hear me say it, it will strike Deeper into your core, deeper into your mind, your body, making you feel better and better until it just so happens that all I'll need is that one Single word. And you will be coming for me easily, automatically.

The orgasm's being pulled from you as if I were pulling you along on a path of my choosing, But a path you've chosen to follow because you desire to follow me, You desire it because I make you feel so good. That's all I want to do. All I want is for you to feel pleasure, to feel bliss, to succumb to the power of hypnotic bliss to succumb to the power of hypnotic conditioning and trans, but for now, I'm going to wake you. I'm going to count From 1 to 5 and with each number, you will feel better and better As the suggestions in this file find a home in your mind, so one. And you can feel happy and relaxed.

You can feel good and nice. To waking up slowly, becoming more aware just a little bit, but feel so much better, so much happier, joy flooding your mind, Your body, 3, so satisfied with the session, So happy to have felt all that bliss, all that euphoria 4. More awake, more aware, closer to full awareness, happy and nice, Relaxed. And 5. Fully awake.

Fully aware. Feeling nice and loose and relaxed. Your body, your own. Your mind, your own. Happy and satisfied, perhaps thinking of how much better the next session may feel, You can get on with your day or night now, as my voice travels along with you.

See you soon,